I will give praise to You forever 🙌🏽🥰

My Lord, My God! I will give praise to You forever!

You heal my heart, I am Your work of art

A masterpiece made for the King, when I get in your presence I will always sing

I need You Jesus, can you save me from this place

Let me follow you Lord because You make me feel so safe

Keep me honest Lord. Keep me clean

I pray that I can be Your queen. I stand in awe of Your glory and Your might

Please Lord don’t let me be out of your sight. Let me not leave Your hand

I am so blessed that You have a plan. Selah

I Love You El Shaddai ♥

⚔️Trusting Truth Amongst Treachery⚔️💗

I grew up in an abusive household so I don’t trust easily. I learned early on that many people aren’t who they claim to be, and many aren’t to be trusted. I look back on my life and I believe that The Most High wanted me to have the trials I endured so that from my experiences I can really reach for Him amongst the lies that this world dished out at me. The hurts I have experienced have not only made me stronger, but also wiser it has strengthen my moral and made me understand that not everyone who claims to love Yahweh really loves Him many people only love themselves, and they are very selfish. They look at your kindness as weakness, like vultures circling a dying animal in the wilderness.

I have recently come to terms with the fact that 85% of the people in this world are full of it they speak with double tongues, and they blend the holy and the unholy together all while having their hearts far from The Most High Yahweh. I trust NO ONE, many people don’t even know who they are they just go by what society tells them. A lot of these people don’t know El Shaddai, nor do they want to know Him many people claim they love him with their mouths but their hearts are extremely far from Him. They actually hate Him, they tear apart His words and worship other gods they support pagan customs and they love bathing in their ignorance.

I am starting to realize that many people are simple minded and they look to Christ as a last resort sort of like a “in case of a emergency” type of deal, rather than Christ loves me so much He died for me so let me live my life in a way that honors Him. 85% of the people rather worship idols, and turn to demons to get a quick fix happy meal rather than seeking the Most High to understand their calling and purpose here on Earth. Whether you like to believe it or not you aren’t here to worship yourself, and your life shouldn’t be fixated on selfish desires.

Coming to terms with the toxic childhood has made me equip with some of the greatest tools in being able to detect deception, and falsehood. Every now and again life throws me a whammy, but this is when I go to my Creator Yahweh, and I ask Him to refine me to change my thinking so that I can keep walking on this narrow path to Him despite the evilness I see people doing, and the blasphemy I hear them saying. I choose to not trust anything at face value, we as followers of Christ must guard not only our light, but also our truth. We must test the spirits to see if they are from Yahweh.

I’m wandering, but I’m not lost. I just choose to trust in Yahweh to guide me in all truth amongst the treachery. I thank you Yahweh Ben Yahweh for the sacrifice you have done for me, thank You for shedding Your blood for me. Thank You for making a way for me to connect to You. Its been a long time since I posted I just been busy, soaking in new revelation that Yahweh is giving me.

This is a real rainbow that Yahweh showed me I love him so much

May His Mercy Press Down upon you ALL.

DanYah 🙏🏽 talk to you soon.

Tales from Dee-(Let the Breaking commence) 🤐

The earliest memories I have of my narc mother includes abuse, as far back as I could remember all my memories that I think back on all rotate around abuse it’s either physical, mental, and even spiritual abuse. Little info on me I’m in my mid 20s,married and I’m a first time mother(yay me). Life is life everything is going smoother all thanks to the Most High, reading other people’s stories has cracked open a spectrum of emotional angst that must be released. Released to someone who hasn’t escaped, but they are methodically looking for a simple way out.

But the biggest emotion I feel right now as a survivor is closure, closure from what’s been done to me,closure from the burden that was placed on me from a early age. To understand the thesis behind why I view my experiences as a burden let me take you back in time to 2000( I was six then). My NM had just got out of prison for being what she called a “drug queen pin“,so while skimming through articles, YouTube videos, and others blogs we all know that Narcs LOVE GRANDIOUSITY even if the position the put themselves in is a devious one. They thrive to want to look superior, its how they live how they get their supply, how the Narc builds their image. Okay (I tend to drift off sometimes sorry) back to 2000 I had just moved in with my mother (she was in prison from the time I was a baby till six I had spent my former years with my father) When my mother got out of prison she went on a quest to retrieve all of her daughters to make sure she raised them all, she had a new man by this time.I remember being in my room, and hearing my narc mother in a rage she was going on, and on about how someone drunk out of her new beaus(enabler) strawberry slushie from sonic(route 44 happy hour special). She then called all of us into the kitchen, and made up line up with extension cord in hand she looked at us so enraged while saying out loud “Who drank his slushie, y’all better tell me now, or all y’all getting a whipping”

“Is it that serious?”
We wont grab a belt we will go straight to the whipping extension cord

I didn’t drink it, hell at six I didn’t even know what a slushie was but in my kid mind I figured that she was just using a tactic for the truth to come out. (Like really who gets that mad over a strawberry slushie) both my sisters stood there both claiming that they didn’t drink it, and my Narc mom didn’t let up she was persistent in her quest of putting down her brute punishment. It was like in each breath she got more, and more of a rush to exert her authority over us. Like a hangman’s with a fresh rope in her hang waiting for the criminal to be led to the gallows, finally after so many minutes of standing there hearing the bickering, hearing the dysfunction(about a slushie that I didn’t drink, or know where it came from). I finally said I did it, just to save all of us to free us from this matriarch of a woman with a fire in her eyes, it turned out to be a stupid mistake on my part because my mother beat me with every inch of my six year old life. I remember her going around me in a circle and taking that cord(like the one in the picture) and beating me with it I remember curling up into a ball so my little face wouldn’t get scarred; I remember crying so hard from the pain I felt how hurt I felt that this woman who was my mother had just drug me on the kitchen floor and beat me over a damn strawberry slushie. When she was done I touched my arms, and I had welts all over them all over my body, me being six I couldn’t imagine why this was going on, but little did I know it would only get worst.

A broken feeling then started to take route in my spirit that day because this is the moment that my narc mother started to break me like a glass plate shatters on a hard wooden floor, so did I on that day in 2000,when she beat me for the first of many times. Down a rabbit hole of sheer abuse, terror, and anguish at the hands of a alcoholic mother who over the years I was gonna see her mask eventually slip off. And the toxic scars of abuse that she would not only leave on me but also my three siblings. That brings to mind a quote that I ran across…….

“There is beauty in pain, strength in recovery, and happiness in healing”

Until Next Time on Tales From Dee, Talk to you Guys later 📤💙